Johnny Hobo and the Freight Trains - Fuck cops

And ^Feverything's ^Ggot me ^Amdown ^F But ^Fsometimes the ^Gthumb just ^Amisn't ^Fenough To ^Fget the fuck ^Gout of this ^Amtown ^{F Am}Well he travels so ^Fhe won't find a ^Fway to dest^Groy himself ^AmAnd I guess I ^Ftravel looking ^Ffor the perfect ^Gmethod to do so ^AmBut there comes a ^Fday where there's nothing^F left for you^G here ^AmWherever ^Fhere may ^Fbe, And that's the ^Gday when ^Amit's ^Ftime to ^Fgo ^{G F}

^FSo he walks to the ^Gon-ramp, and it ^Amseemed like we were ^Fin it together And just ^Fmaybe if things ^Gwent right, it could s^Amtay that w^Fay forever But ^Amwhen it comes down to ^Fit, I'm still the ^Fonly one sleeping ^Galone! ^AmGuess I should have known ^Fbetter than to ^Fthink I wasn't on my ^Gown But ^AmI'll never make that ^Fsame mistake ^Fagain! ^G

And ^FI don't know the ^Ganswer, but I ^Fknow that you don't ^Ghave it ^FI don't know what ^GI want, but I ^Fknow what I don't you ^Gbastard ^FI don't know what's ^Gright, I j^Fust know that you're ^Gwrong ^FI don't know where ^Ghome is, but I ^Fknow I^G'm not t^Fhere now ^{G F G}

^AmNow is ^Fno time to be ^Fsober! Pass more ^GKing Cobra ^AmUntil I'm falling ^Fover! ^FUntil I'm falling ^Gover ^FIt's Saturday ^Gafter^Amnoon ^F And ^Fmalt li^Gquor is ^Amin the ^Fmug And ^Fif you had ^Gasked me ^Amthen I ^Fwould have ^Fslurred Well ^Gmaybe I'm a ^Amlittle bit ^Fdrunk ^AmBut it's ^Falright. The ^Fcops don't come ^Gout til night ^AmAnd I'll get ^Fthrough this, I'll ^Fvomit up ^Gthe dope sickness The ^Amalcohol poisoning will ^Fpass eventu^Fally And ^AmI'll survive ^Fagain unfortunate^Fly

When I dream of the ^Amfuture I ^Fsee, an arm full of^F holes empty ^Gpockets and a bleeding nose

^AmHacking up a ^Flung filled with blood and ^Ftar on a sidewalk next ^Gto my spangeing jar ^{Am F} Next to my ^Fspangeing ^Gjar

^FWhen I dream of the ^Gfuture I ^Amsee, a house fallen ^Fin on itself ^FWhen I dream of the ^Gfuture I ^Amsee, shots of whiskey and ^Ffailing health ^FWhen I dream of the ^Gfuture I ^Amsee, smoking crack watching ^Ften year olds buy it ^FWhen I dream of the ^Gfuture I ^Amsee, a place with someone to ^Fwanna die with

And ^FI don't know the ^Ganswer, but I ^Fknow that you don't ^Ghave it ^FI don't know what ^GI want, but I ^Fknow what I don't you ^Gbastard ^FI don't know what's ^Gright, I j^Fust know that you're ^Gwrong ^FI don't know where ^Ghome is, but I ^Fknow I^G'm not t^Fhere now ^{G F G}